top student at medical school

Deng Yong was also a little annoyed when he heard Du Xinzhan vent his anger afterward: "Brother Du, what don't you understand? Isn't it a good thing that Ziye isn't leaving?"

"Could it be that you have other plans, Brother Du?"

Deng Yong is now the chief of orthopedics, having switched positions with Du Xinzhan. He wonders if Du Xinzhan still has other ideas about Fang Ziye's rise.

Du Xinzhan rolled his eyes at Deng Yong and said, "What other thoughts could I possibly have? Deng Yong, don't overthink it."

"I'm only considering the issue from the perspective of the individual's personal interests and disadvantages!"

"We're all adults. When we think about a problem, we'll naturally prioritize our own gains and losses. How can we always execute the slogans we shout so perfectly?"

Seeing this, Fang Ziye changed the subject: "Master, Teacher Du, why don't we order first and then talk while we order?"

Yuan Weihong quickly joined the conversation: "Yes, yes, let's order first. Today, Ziye is treating, so everyone, please don't stand on ceremony with this richest man."

"If you can't bear it, you can think about how this young guy got the Outstanding Young Scientist award at such a young age. You should at least take advantage of him to feel better, right?"

Fang Ziye said, both amused and exasperated, "Master, you really are my dear master!"

"Of course, if there were even the slightest hint of falsehood, it wouldn't warrant such heartlessness," Yuan Weihong admitted his actions.

Professor Gong Jiahe suddenly spoke up: "Professor Deng, Professor Liu, Professor Fang, since we've all gathered here today, let me make things clear first."

"I am new here and not very familiar with all aspects of Zhongnan Hospital, so I was temporarily appointed as the current director."

"After such a long process, I still feel that my personal abilities are insufficient, so I have submitted an application to Dean Wang and others to replace the administrative director of the general surgery department."

"Director Deng, Director Du, if you have this idea, you must express your attitude in a timely manner."

Gong Jiahe's sudden announcement that he was stepping down as the head of the surgical administration surprised both Du Xinzhan and Deng Yong.

Professor Gong Jiahe was invited by Deng Yong, so Deng Yong quickly followed up with, "Professor Gong, did you encounter any difficult problems in the course of your work?"

"If you have any suggestions, you can pass the task to me. I might be able to come up with a solution."

Deng Yong knew that Gong Jiahe was new to the area and might not be used to the local environment.

Gong Jiahe shook his head: "The work is going fairly well, but I still feel powerless. I'm not interested in this kind of thing."

"The reason we agreed to this position was mainly to alleviate the pressure on our orthopedics department."

"Now it seems that the period of tightness has passed."

"Reflecting on my work experience over this period, I still don't like it and I'm not good at it. I'm already this old, and I don't want to make any more achievements in administration."

"Director Deng and Director Du are still young, so they can choose to give it a shot."

Du Xinzhan remained silent, but Deng Yong continued to persuade him: "Professor Gong, even if you want to apply for resignation, it will take some time. Let's discuss it slowly."

"Speaking of which, since Professor Gong arrived, every aspect of our department has become more prosperous."

"You are the backbone of our department."

Deng Yong can now be considered to have no desires or wants.

Although he was over fifty years old and still hadn't gotten the title of Outstanding Young Scientist, he made a breakthrough and achieved the professional advancement he had always dreamed of!

Moreover, his student Fang Ziye has also achieved the honor he had always dreamed of but could not obtain, which can be said to be the perfect state of achieving his life goals.

Even if Fang Ziye makes no further progress in the future, he is already excellent enough!
In life, you can't climb every ladder you see.

Fang Ziye understood what the Gong family and professor meant and replied, "Professor Gong, administration, clinical work, and scientific research don't conflict with each other, do they?"

Gong Jiahe waved his hand and said, "In order to live a few more years and have a longer scientific research career, I really don't want to touch administrative stuff anymore."

"It's too much trouble. Every little thing that happens somewhere has to call me. If there's a meeting somewhere, I have to attend. If there's a hospital opening somewhere, I can get seventy, eighty, or ninety calls..."

"Professor Fang, you know I don't like doing this kind of thing."

Fang Ziye knew Gong Jiahe and also knew that Professor Gong Jiahe was different from many clinical professors in Enshi Sanatorium.

Gong Jiahe wasn't there for "experience" or for a promotion; he simply wanted to go to the Enshi Sanatorium.

If it weren't for the vacancy in his previous workplace with a department head position, and if Professor Gong Jiahe hadn't returned to take charge, the ward would have fallen apart, and Gong Jiahe wouldn't have left Enshi Sanatorium so easily.

This is a person with very strong opinions.

If the Gong family and he himself enjoyed vying for power, the position he could reach at Zhengzhou University Affiliated High School should be many times higher than what he has already achieved.

"Professor Gong, speaking of which, I have the same idea."

“However, a certain degree of control will make it easier for us to do many things, so even if you don’t like it, Professor Gong, you may still have to take on some tasks,” Fang Ziye replied with a light laugh.

Liu Huanglong chimed in, "Ziye, you can't be so biased. Do you really expect Professor Gong to give up the position of head of trauma surgery to your teacher, Yuan Weihong?"

Liu Huanglong's words made Gong Jiahe, Yuan Weihong, and Fang Ziye feel somewhat awkward.

However, Fang Ziye quickly glanced at Liu Huanglong and said with a smile, "It seems that Teacher Liu has a lot of opinions about me now, so he has to stir up some hatred for me, intentionally or unintentionally."

"Teacher Liu, that's not very kind of you. We're all on the same side."

Liu Huanglong said, "Fang Ziye, you still remember that we are on the same side? I think you've long forgotten about this."

"They generously send out many good things, but they don't take care of the older colleagues in the department at all."

Du Xinzhan and the others did not offer any words of comfort or explanation; they were simply observing how Fang Ziye would respond.

Regardless of Fang Ziye's explanation, the fact remains that he previously gave Professor Duan Hong and his team at Tongji Hospital a research project.

From a relatively narrow perspective, the relationship between Fang Ziye and other subspecialties at Zhongnan Hospital should be closer than that between Duan Hong and Fang Ziye at Tongji Hospital.

Fang Ziye said, "Teacher Liu, if Teacher Du said such a thing, I wouldn't be able to refute it at all, but don't you feel a little guilty saying such a thing?"

"Am I not good enough to the hand surgery department, and not good enough to you, Professor Liu?"

Fang Ziye shifted the topic to the subspecialty of hand surgery, leaving Liu Huanglong speechless: "I'm not talking about myself, I'm speaking up for the other teachers in our hospital."

"You just mentioned Professor Du, so what? You, Fang Ziye, can rack your brains for the trauma surgery department of Tongji Hospital, but you can't rack your brains for the joint surgery department of Zhongnan Hospital?"

Upon hearing Liu Huanglong's words, Fang Ziye became even more certain of the label that his teacher, Professor Deng Yong, had placed on Liu Huanglong.

Liu Huanglong is a very quick-witted person; he will push himself to the extreme within the rules.

In other words, you don't need to worry that Liu Huanglong will harm you, but you also shouldn't worry that Liu Huanglong won't bother you, because that's impossible; he will definitely bother you.

Like chewing gum, once you're hooked, you can't get rid of it.

After considering this point, Fang Ziye said, "Teacher Liu, I've given you so many good things, but you don't even want to use them yourself. What can I do?"

"The concept of microcirculation interruption is a very basic topic, from which countless other topics can be derived!"

Topics can be divided into different levels.

Even basic topics can be further subdivided into basic topics of level one, two, three, four, and five.

In the medical field, the most fundamental topic is the definition of human anatomy!
Then there are physiology, biochemistry, pathology, and immunology.

Building upon these foundations, there are also near-basic research topics, such as the concept of microcirculation truncation, and special functions such as tumor invasion and metastasis.

Obviously, the more fundamental the topic, the more things it can overturn, and similarly, the more content it carries.

"Is this a near-basic subject? What other uses does it have?" Liu Huanglong asked, stunned.

Fang Ziye wouldn't lie to people, at least not in front of so many people.

“Professor Liu, we have already done two major research projects on infection and tumors. Based on this line of thinking, any disease related to mutation and invasion within this scope can be classified into this category.”

"No tumors, no infection, is there anything else?"

"For example, chronic inflammation? Could chronic inflammation be slowed down by changing the dosage of a certain drug and using pulse therapy?"

"The topics we study, namely infections and tumors, are actually related to extreme killing substances."

"In fact, the propositions directly related to vascular circulation are regeneration and circulation. The so-called circulation is a self-contained system that is constantly regenerating."

"If you're lucky, Professor Liu, and happen to discover a second oxygen exchange organ besides the lungs, or even the ability to regenerate it, you could take off right there and then."

Fang Ziye casually tossed out a bombshell-level statement to Liu Huanglong.

The lungs are the site of blood oxygen exchange.

Currently, only the lungs can provide oxygen. Is there a second place that can provide it?
Definitely not.

However, this is only based on existing physiological anatomy.

According to normal physiological structure, death occurs when the heart stops beating. However, in cardiac surgery, humans have invented extracorporeal circulation devices to replace the body's cardiopulmonary function.

Therefore, nothing is absolute, and most theoretical creations are based on crazy ideas.

"Is there really such an opportunity?" Liu Huanglong pressed Fang Ziye.

Fang Ziye said, "Professor Liu, I don't know. The path I want to take is not hand surgery."

"Of course, the potential of this track is also extremely high..."

Liu Huanglong came to the Department of Trauma Surgery at Zhongnan Hospital from Peking Union Medical College Hospital because he felt that the potential of hand surgery was not high enough, and that the benefits of hand surgery had been exhausted by the older generation, making it impossible to produce any more academicians.

Not mentally firm enough.

Later, Fang Ziye invented limb transplantation, a procedure that was enough to make Liu Huanglong and Fang Ziye famous in the field of hand surgery.

However, this requires fermentation time and time to settle.

Perhaps it will be twenty years later before the two of them truly become textbook examples.

Liu Huanglong is getting restless and can't sit still!
Everyone noticed Liu Huanglong's expression and changes in his gaze. Gong Jiahe, who was much older and of a higher generation than Liu Huanglong, chuckled and said, "Liu Huanglong, you are very qualified and talented. You can do research projects and you can also do ordinary scientific research very well."

"But all your talents really only qualify you to meet Xiao Fang."

Liu Huanglong was speechless, his expression frozen, and after a long period of astonishment and disbelief, he took a deep breath and said, "Teacher Gong, what you said is true, but the truth is also heartbreaking."

"Couldn't you have been a little more tactful?"

In the past, and even now, Liu Huanglong could say this to many, many people—

Your talent is merely the threshold for you to meet me, not the capital for you to confront me head-on.

However, Liu Huanglong is increasingly understanding this statement: the gap between geniuses is so vast that it can be incredibly disheartening.

If you are not a genius, you simply cannot understand the level at which geniuses exist. You can just focus on the tip of the iceberg and be complacent.

But you're a genius, so you have to be on the road, watching more and more people who are better than you perform. You, who stand out from the crowd, have to become the background.

This is the price you have to pay to transcend ordinary people.

“Sure, if you, Liu Huanglong, work hard for another twenty years, you might be able to reach Xiao Fang’s current level.” Gong Jiahe smiled mischievously.

In truth, today's gathering wasn't about bad news; it was Fang Ziye who was hosting the dinner, and they were there to congratulate him and celebrate his ability to stay in Han City with complete peace of mind.

Liu Huanglong's smile was more painful than his tears: "Teacher Gong, you should be a little harsher."

"They're all about the same, it's just as bad..."

Of course, despite his discomfort, Liu Huanglong still pressed Fang Ziye for more detailed answers to the questions Fang Ziye had just raised.

Fang Ziye answered a few questions before asking, "Teacher Liu, it seems you've completely ignored the task I assigned you earlier."

"Rebuild, rebuild, rebuild."

"You haven't done any nerve implantation surgery at all?"

"You didn't give me the project proposal!" Liu Huanglong was stunned for a moment, then feigned anger.

Fang Ziye continued to stare at him, and Liu Huanglong blushed.

Yeah, when did I ever stoop so low as to directly adopt Fang Ziye's "take what you need" approach?

Didn't you give me the research proposal?
Should Fang Ziye give it to him?

Liu Huanglong quickly found a reason for himself, an instinctive one—I was afraid it would affect the research topic you proposed.

But this reason was too weak, and Liu Huanglong felt very uncomfortable.

Fang Ziye then said, "Teacher Liu, you are only nine years older than me. You are only forty this year."

"Even people of different ages can become friends. Do you really just want to be my teacher?"

"Although I respect you very much, I would also like to become your friend, work on projects together, and work as partners."

Fang Ziye certainly wouldn't forget that his hospital's orthopedics department also had two good players.

Liu Huanglong and Yuan Weihong are both PhDs who passed the special professional assessment program and have very high operational talent.

With that kind of ability, they're definitely more than capable of being my teammate.

Such talent is extremely rare, perhaps one in a hundred.

Song Yi and Fang Ziye both cherish it; it would be a fool for Fang Ziye to ignore Liu Huanglong and Yuan Weihong.

Fang Ziye said, "Teacher Liu, I personally feel that if we become friends and work together, we'll have a shared vision, and we can handle the details ourselves. What do you think?" Liu Huanglong's face instantly turned bright red with embarrassment!

……

Time is like water.

Time flies, and another month has passed in the blink of an eye.

In a hotel in Seoul, the soft lighting and the modern Chinese-style decor create an elegant and sophisticated atmosphere.

The wedding preparations are proceeding smoothly, but the guests have not yet all taken their seats.

Lan Tianluo quietly said to Yan Chu in a small private room in the hotel, "Don't be nervous. There won't be many people watching your performance later."

Yan Chu said with some concern, "Dr. Lan, but my dad said that the people attending Dr. Fang's brother's wedding this time will be of very high status."

"There are academicians too? I heard there are quite a few?"

“There are also experts and professors who have seen many more professional performances. I’m afraid my performance will seem very bad to them.”

Lan Tianlu thought to himself that Yan Chu's parents had extraordinary influence. Even though his senior brother's wedding was arranged so discreetly, they still knew about the tip of the iceberg.

However, to be honest, the academicians who attended the wedding this time weren't exactly special individuals.

Lan Tianluo only found out yesterday that Luo Tingzhu told him that several of his grandfather's old friends had also come.

Those people are all veterans, and they are quite influential.

Furthermore, many people also came to the Enshi Sanatorium, including Chen Guangbai and Old Master Chen Song.

Also, Fang Ziye had previously designed a prosthetic limb for that old man Zhang, and he will be coming this time as well, with someone specifically assigned to pick him up.

In addition to these individuals, a small number of representatives from the Hubei Provincial Health Commission and the National Health Commission also attended the meeting.

"It's alright. If they knew about Yan Chu Ni's previous injuries, they would be very moved to see your dance moves now!"

"Although we saved your leg and some of its function, it's still all thanks to your own hard work that you can jump so well."

"When it's your turn, just walk out boldly. Don't worry about not jumping well enough. Dr. Fang will definitely like the special gift you gave him..." Lan Tianluo reassured him.

“Okay, Dr. Lan.” Yan Chu nodded upon hearing this.

……

"Our most beautiful bride is being held by the hand of her father..." The wedding emcee was none other than Li Yuanpei, Fang Ziye's classmate.

It wasn't that the two couldn't afford an emcee, but rather that Li Yuanpei felt it would be more interesting and engaging if someone he knew hosted the event.

But these kinds of tasks are definitely not needed in such a serious setting.

Fang Ziye wanted to laugh when he heard Li Yuanpei's voice, but when he saw Luo Pan's trembling and stiff hands and feet, he couldn't help but become serious.

Then she looked at Luo Tingzhu.

In Fang Ziye's memory, the girl in the white wedding dress and white gloves vaguely resembled someone with her hair tied in a ponytail, holding an application form and asking Professor Deng Yong to sign it.

That was their first encounter...

There were no particularly innovative aspects to the program, and Luo Pan was quite satisfied with Fang Ziye. Perhaps out of "guilt" towards Luo Tingzhu, Luo Pan specifically instructed Fang Ziye when handing Luo Tingzhu's hand over:
“Fang Ziye, my daughter has never enjoyed much fatherly love in her life. This is my dereliction of duty. I hope you will not fail in your duty in her life.”

"Help me love her well. The fatherly love I'm making up for now is the love I should be giving now..."

Fang Ziye nodded emphatically, glanced at Luo Tingzhu, and changed his words, saying, "Dad, I will."

Now that he's no longer my uncle, I really have to call him Dad.

“Go ahead, I believe you will be very happy. This is the kind of happiness we want, the kind of happiness we look forward to.” Luo Pan’s tone was somewhat complicated, perhaps referring to Fang Ziye and the other person, or perhaps more than that.

China has endured many hardships in recent years.

There are far too many people who do many things without any sense of reason, only based on their feelings. Just because of their feelings, they throw themselves into something without thinking.

It's either death or life!
After walking halfway towards the archway, Fang Ziye pulled Luo Tingzhu's hand, and the two turned back to kneel and bow to Luo Pan, who was still reluctant to leave.

……

After Li Yuanpei finished the normal "procedures" of the wedding, such as the parents drinking tea, washing their faces, and giving red envelopes, he finally got to do some light work.

"So, may I ask our groom, who is the person you love most today?" Li Yuanpei asked Fang Ziye, his face beaming with joy.

Nearby, people had already started recording videos.

Fang Ziye is no ordinary person now; he is an associate professor, associate chief physician, researcher, and ward director. Logically, these honors should be associated with a serious atmosphere.

These titles also allow you to record some playful emojis, which can be used to nurture your short video account, making them very useful.

The contrast is huge.

“Luo Tingzhu!” Fang Ziye said.

"Then what should you call her?" Li Yuanpei pressed.

"Wife." Fang Ziye paused for half a second.

"Then what should you say to her?" Li Yuanpei persisted.

"I love you, my wife," Fang Ziye replied like a robot, though his smile was genuine, and he looked tenderly at Luo Tingzhu.

"That's it?" Li Yuanpei said.

Fang Ziye was about to answer Li Yuanpei's question, but at this moment, he saw a 'teacher' he knew before, who was now standing beside Luo Pan, respectfully bowing and scraping.

This 'teacher' is the same person who previously ordered Fang Ziye to go to Kyoto.

Later, he admitted defeat and even apologized to Fang Ziye. Now he is the 'person in charge' of Han City!
But he seemed to have great respect for Luo Pan.

"Don't get distracted," Li Yuanpei said again when he didn't get an answer from himself.

Fang Ziye then said that he had regained his senses and said, "There is a lot to say, a lot that can be said, and a great deal that should be said."

"In the past few years, and for the rest of my life, I hope we can have smiles with every meal, be accompanied by friends, and never be alone."

"Tingzhu, I am very grateful that you did not look down on Fang Ziye when he was penniless and had nothing..." Fang Ziye said affectionately.

Luo Tingzhu smiled and replied, "Actually, I still like you from back then, because you weren't as busy as you are now, and we had more time to spend together. Apart from being a bit poor, we seemed quite happy."

Li Yuanpei drew out his words and said, "Fang Ziye, some people have come to give you and Luo Tingzhu gifts to wish you a happy marriage."

"The first gift is a dance, performed by Yan Chu!"

After Li Yuanpei finished speaking, Fang Ziye and Luo Tingzhu's expressions changed drastically.

Luo Tingzhu also knew Yan Chu, and she even remembered the scene two years ago when Yan Chu cried because Fang Ziye stood her up after the performance.

Actually, she went with Fang Ziye that time, but they left halfway through, after watching Yan Chu's performance.

When Yan Chu came back to find them after removing her makeup, she naturally couldn't find them.

Yan Chu walked in wearing a classical long dress and danced a classical dance with a Chinese style.

Fang Ziye couldn't understand the special dance steps, but he was truly overjoyed to see that the little girl who had been so badly injured could now have such agility.

If it weren't for a special circumstance, Yan Chu would probably be missing a lower leg now, and would need to have it amputated from the middle of the lower leg.

Now, she not only has both lower limbs intact, but also has such good functional rehabilitation.

Yan Chu, a young girl, danced with great effort. As a dance major, she had a beautiful figure and graceful movements.

A few minutes later, the dance ended, and everyone cheered, with bursts of applause erupting.

Yan Chu picked up the microphone and said, "Professor Fang, thank you very much for designing a limb-sparing surgery for me under those circumstances. This saved me from amputation, allowing me to continue dancing and keep all four limbs intact."

"In dance, the limbs are life itself."

"In life, opportunity is luck."

“I feel that I have a good destiny. My parents say that I have met many benefactors in my life, and Professor Fang, you must be a special one.”

"Two years ago, or even a year ago, I was still a high school student, so I was young and naive. You might think I was naive."

"But now I'm a college student, and I'm no longer clueless."

"But as I've become more mature, I still want to thank you, Professor Fang. Thank you for maintaining your integrity and not harming another person through harmless means."

"Now I finally understand that it wasn't love, it was just a kind of immature ignorance. Now I'm all grown up, I understand..."

Yan Chu nodded as she finished speaking.

“I’ve grown up, so I can come to your wedding, Dr. Fang.”

Fang Ziye was really happy that Yan Chu would appear. Holding the microphone, he replied, "Yan Chu, actually, my wife and I both went to your school's annual performance that time, but we left early."

"Your performance that time was also very wonderful."

Yan Chu nodded: "I know, Dr. Fang. My parents told me about it later."

"Today is your wedding day, you don't need to explain so much to me. I'm here to give you a gift, Dr. Fang, and to wish you a happy marriage, not to interrogate you."

"I hope you like it, Dr. Fang." After saying this, Yan Chu put the microphone away and walked out of the venue in a generous manner.

Meanwhile, at the wedding venue, a VCD player started playing, showing Yan Chu's painful groans during rehabilitation exercises after her surgery.

"Thank you, Dr. Fang, for allowing me to dance freely again." This is Yan Chu's voiceover.

This scene was quite touching.

However, Fang Ziye felt that it was not particularly appropriate for him to appear at the wedding.

Li Yuanpei continued, "Yan Chu's dance was very good, but the next program might not be as good."

"And to be precise, this is not a program, but a remote blessing."

As Li Yuanpei finished speaking, a video clip was played on the big screen.

The group of young men were not very old, and their questions were quite pointed.

"Do you think Professor Fang will recognize us? We'll just film like this."

"How could he possibly know you? If it weren't for Old Master Zhang, Professor Fang probably wouldn't have even thought of developing AI prosthetics."

"Come on, let's take a walk first."

"No matter what, Professor Fang did adjust the parameters of the prosthesis for us..."

"Come on, everyone, let's all have some! March in step!"

At the beginning, there was a video of a person with a single lower limb amputation walking in unison with crutches. Because they had to use crutches, even if they were walking in perfect unison, their movements were still a little unsteady.

The scene quickly changed!
When they marched in their uniforms, their movements were synchronized and powerful, as if they were all of one mind and one purpose.

Of course, now that they were back in their military uniforms, they didn't thank Fang Ziye again. Instead, they walked forward with their heads held high and disappeared from the recording's view.

At this point, Fang Ziye was only fit to admire their majestic figures.

As the curtain of the video slowly fell, Fang Ziye took a deep breath, straightened his back even more, and felt a sense of pride from the bottom of his heart.

"Fang Ziye, what do you think of this gift?" Li Yuanpei, as the emcee, asked, egging everyone on.

Fang Ziye nodded: "I am very proud, very honored, and very fortunate to receive this blessing that should not belong to someone my age!"

Generally speaking, medical students don't receive "blessings" from patients when they reach marriageable age, because at that age, their skills are still quite ordinary, and they simply don't have the ability to bring patients unique salvation or enjoy the glory of being a great doctor.

however!
Fang Ziye was an exception. He not only enjoyed the glory of being a top expert and doctor, but also the glory that should be enjoyed as a top medical scientist.

Fang Ziye chuckled and said, "Thank you to my brothers for their meticulous arrangements and behind-the-scenes planning."

"Everyone has worked hard today, so you must eat and drink well. If not..."

However, at that moment, Li Yuanpei suddenly smiled, and the screen in the picture suddenly went dark.

Next, the video call was connected, and it was a group chat!
One image shows a wedding scene, while the other two are shown in green coats from an operating room.

There was no human face, only Fang Ziye's familiar voice.

Associate Professor Mi Qi from the Department of Vascular Surgery at Zhongnan Hospital is on the operating table, performing surgery!

Huang Kai, the deputy chief physician from a hospital in Enshi, was also on the operating table, performing surgery.

Both of them were the lead surgeons, giving orders to their assistants!

"Give me the round knife!" Mi Qi's voice left no room for argument.

“Hey, here, here we need to cut it open…” Huang Kai’s voice proceeded gradually.

They paid no attention to Fang Ziye's wedding and were focused on performing the surgery.

Fang Ziye's eyes turned even redder... (End of Chapter)